in white

it is cold 

the breathe she sighs  


forming tiny clouds over her head;

an icy halo. 


" so many letters..." she mutters,

"so many words just tossed away,  

never saying what i mean to say."  


she stops, she freezes.  

an audience of trees and frost 

listen intently.


she sits and waits,


trees fade back into hallways  

hallways into roads 

roads into places  

she never thought she'd go.


until there is nothing  

fozen ground 

frozen girl   

 red birds calling   

snow still falling 

eyes shut tight  


an empty grave

all strewn with white.



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